[ It's not empty flattery, Alayne is too careful for that, and Wanda thinks, maybe too experienced in the ways of the world to afford that kind of insincerity. She places her free hand on Alayne's, almost clasped together in reassurance or sympathy, though she knows the shape of neither. That life is cruel should not be a truth so openly spoken. ]
I will think about it.
[ She's not thought about much, in this process of becoming. ]
no subject
I will think about it.
[ She's not thought about much, in this process of becoming. ]